Daadee asked, "Neelu beti, Manu bitiyaa, you may be tired go and change for bed."Manavi said, "Sure daadeemaa, if you are not sleepy shall we take the...wine to our room and talk."Daadee smiled, "Why don't you go and change and I will join you. I do not want to disturb your Daadu twice."Shalini joined her smiling granddaughters in hand woven loose pale kaftans she had bought for them. She was complimented for a score of lovely kaftans she had bought for them.Shalini was still in her evening. ‘You have reached Jake, I’m not here right now, just leave a message and I’ll get back to you ASAP,’ the voice mail recording sounded. ‘Jake, I need help, please hurry,’ Ashira said in a panicked voice before hanging up the phone. Shortly after 7:30, Jake walked back into the salon. ‘Shira?’ he called. Jake walked into the office. ‘Shira?’ Jake called. He walked around the desk. ‘Oh my G-d! Ashira!’ Jake exclaimed. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911. Jake paced in the hall way as he waited. “Did I say speak?”“Nope!” She smiled, and Stacey slapped her yet again on the same cheek, hard.“Oh!” That one appeared to stun her a little. Vicky ripped her panties off her asshole and spat on it.“Listen, tramp, we are in charge here. So how much cock has this dirty asshole taken.” “Not a lot, just one, a few times.” “I'll overlook you daring to speak to me since you have managed to save this little fuckhole from as much debauchery as your filthy slut mouth has experienced.” With that,. ‘Yes, thank you.’ I stood and walked beside her to the door. She opened it and held it for me. It felt weird but I walked through and said, ‘Thanks.’ She led the way and the way was past the apartments and then north along the beach. I didn’t speak. The silence lasted a long time. Finally she stopped and looked at me. ‘I’m not very good at this yet. My name is Lace and I’m forty. Originally I’m from Idaho. I’ve never been married and I have no kids. I work as a vet’s assistant.’ ‘You help take.